identity.

im a little... imbalanced.
i would say im starting to confuse my worlds.
but i think its rather opposite.

ive drawn a much more definite line.
my mothers tears are the one thing that touch both.
its not my fault though. it is my fault.
and i cant bring myself to acknowledge i care.

she wants to know whats wrong.
and then, why i cant say whats wrong.
i dont know... i cant tell you when it started.
i cant tell you why it started.

she asked last night why i was so angry at my father.
"I never said that." -- "It's what you didn't say."
they can see it all over my face.

which is good, as long as they see a hard selfish child,
they'll eventually give up and blame me.

and as far as im concerned, my father's stupid
psyche-wanna-be lectures can go on forever,
i dont have to talk to them.

they think they know me so well...
evidently i made all this up for attention.

and even though im disgusted that they think that.
-- id rather that be the case... rather than truth.
im hiding from the truth. running from it.

my father last night...
kaylin, have you really ever purged? really?
whatever. i can handle this.
in an effort to downplay the situation
ive created another facade.

ive doubled my mask.
and as long as i keep that definitive line,
i can do this.